Beneath the clutter of narrowed streets,
comission high buildings and houses
are of steep.

Alone in an empty lane,
a voice screams out in blood curlding vain,

A brawl has broken, the sound of verbal abuse
and violence takes shape,

Broken glass is heard smashing upon the ground,
the frightening sound of terror and a thrilling scream
echoes throughout the dingy dark isolated lane,

Police and fire ambulance arrive at the scene,
the eyes of a young youth end before the selfless
helpers come on board.

The bloody spill of wounds thick deep,
take the life of a young man at he's peak,
It's too late,
a tradegy for his loved one's
no doubt,

although the last memories of the youth,
was of his loved family and friends,
he whispered sorry, Its's too late.

The last of the breath of the fatal brawl that took
place in a grotty lane,
amongst the scattered syringes,
and of a desparate life,
addicted and wounded,

Unfair cruel upbringing, raising desperate souls of empty lives. Living a
life of despair...



[edit on 3-9-2009 by catalyst2466]

P.S. This is a True Story, ~mAY THE yOUNg YouTH ~ ... Rest in Peace...

Originally posted by catalyst2466
P.S. This is a True Story, ~mAY THE yOUNg YouTH ~ ... Rest in Peace...

Hi Catalyst,

I had that feeling, since i first started reading, that this was based on a true story, was going to ask about that but later noticed your second post.

I've always thought you are very special and sensitive, i guess i was right , i can see how you can relate and feel those last moments, i am just wondering if you knew him personally..

Thanks for this post, it got me thinking about some aspects of life.

S&F

Kai

Thanks for comments Guy's- Really Appreciate it!

*Also I do appologise for Spelling errors, I Need to "Proof Read". Sometimes, I check later on, and then its too late to edit. ...next time I'll
check straight away.

[edit on 3-9-2009 by catalyst2466]

Wow! Keep writing more poems!!